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Sup

Ur pretty heckin cool

Just reminding you🫶🏽

THANK YOU BABE <3

#imogene talks

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ok girl she’s out!! hope u likey 😵‍💫🫣

Hey coyld you please do,

Lorenzo x femreader where he is just teasing and praising her so much

absolutely! i’m going to write it separate from the ask, cause the formatting is really annoying when i write longer stuff <33 i’ll reply again once it’s finished <3

#imogene talks #asks

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—PRETTY PLEASE; LORENZO BERKSHIRE

summary: you’ve always been shy, and lorenzo’s always been patient

contains: anon requested material! not proofread, lazy ending… shy reader, soft dom lorenzo, praise kink, a little bit of teasing, fingering, p in v, creampies, smut smut and more smut!!

“Baby, c’mon, I’ve seen you like this before,” Lorenzo says, his face a mix of concern and understanding. You sit on the bed, using your uniforms white button up as a cover over your almost-bare chest. It’s not like you haven’t been together like this before—you have, many times, and each time, Lorenzo has been just as sweet as the last. He leans in and touches the skin of your shoulder, his own hand cool, but not cold. He guides your arms down, revealing the delicate white lace of your bra, “see? Gorgeous,” he coos; you feel your face flush in response.

He cages you in his arms and plants a speckling of soft kisses from your jaw to your collarbone while one of his hands slips low to your legs, sweeping your discarded shirt to the bedroom floor and stroking your thigh underneath your skirt. He moves his mouth to your lips and slots himself between your thighs. Your cunt rubs against his hard on briefly and you moan into his mouth, “that needy already?” Lorenzo chuckles, he lays you down on the bed after shelling his shirt and pants off and kicking them onto the carpet with your own shirt. You admire him for a moment; the lean muscle of his arms and chest, the sharp yet inviting lines of his face like raphaelite artistry, the way his hair falls across his forehead, his elegant hand—which pulls your skirt off of you so that you’re both equally exposed—the outline of his hard on beneath his boxers.

“Fuck, you really are needy today,” he grins, running his thumb over your already-soaked panties, a pleasurable shiver runs through your body and you hide your reddening face in your hands. He slips the panties down your legs and takes one of them to rest on his shoulder, kissing at your calf as he does so. His fingers card through your folds, slick and desperate, “y’like that?” He asks coyly.

You nod, peeking out from the barrier of your fingers.

“You’re gonna have to use your words, beautiful.”

Your face gets hotter—if that’s even humanly possible—and you let out a little whimper before speaking, “yes, I like it… more, please, Enzo?” You whine. He complies wordlessly, rubbing around your entrance before pushing one of his fingers inside, all the way up to the last knuckle. Another finger is added, he fucks them into you and whispers little phrases of praise: you’re doing so good, baby, you’re so pretty like this, just like that, until you start to reach your peak.

He pulls his fingers out of your throbbing pussy, and sucks the slick covered digits clean. He takes his boxers off, and taps his cock on your clit, precum already leaking from the tip. The lack of pleasure hurts, you bite your lip hard while you watch Lorenzo spit in his hand and stroke down his length a couple of times before lining his cock up with your entrance. You gasp when he puts it in, slowly stretching you out; it’s a lot bigger than his two fingers, and god, does it feel a lot better. Your velvety walls flutter around the familiar feel of him, and he begins a languid pace of thrusts into your cunt.

Soon enough, the tension builds in your belly and you finish in a waterfall of pleasure around your boyfriend’s cock. Lorenzo pounds into your sensitive folds until he reaches the same peak, and finishes while still deep inside you. He pulls out, cum leaking out of your cunt, “so good, baby,” he mumbles tiredly, kissing you on the forehead.

#slytherin boys x reader #lorenzo berkshire x reader #enzo berkshire x reader #harry potter x reader

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Hiii I’m invading ur asks cause I saw you comment this on one of your own posts-

Girl we need to build your self confidence cause you absolutely ate that shit up and slayed

i’m NOT resisting the ask invasion… BUT THANK YOU <333 i’m literally so self conscious about my writing because this community is filled with SO much talent!!

#kisses!! #imogene talks

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Please like I NEED basically NEED more to the mattheo being wrapped around readers finger trope ✋🏼 you ATEEE wuth the last one like✋🏼✋🏼✋🏼💅🏼💅🏼💅🏼

are we going in a smut or fluff direction with this one… 🫣🫣

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Hi! I’m the anon who request grumpy! Matteo and I wanted to let you know I loved it 🥰 thank you so much for writing it🤍🤍

thank you!! <3 you’re lovely

#kissing you rn #anons

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Hey coyld you please do,

Lorenzo x femreader where he is just teasing and praising her so much

absolutely! i’m going to write it separate from the ask, cause the formatting is really annoying when i write longer stuff <33 i’ll reply again once it’s finished <3

#anons

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thank you girl <3 seriously means lots xx

Matteo being grumpy/snarky to everyone but reader and the other slytherin boys are shocked when they see it🤍☺️

୨ৎ Theo and Pansy had often joked about the possibility of Mattheo Riddle being bipolar, making reference to his often and unpredictable mood swings. Right now, the two of them sat in the Slytherin common room with the rest of their friends—you included, snuggled up in a woollen blanket by the window and it’s raging storm—relaying the events of an outburst from Mattheo earlier that day.

“He threw the textbook at me! Totally uncalled for!” She rolled her eyes and mimicked the action of throwing the book for added effect. “Alright, tossed it. At my desk.” She corrects after a raised eyebrow from Blaise. “But still!”

“Blew me off when I tried to talk to him about the match next week, he usually loves to talk about that shit. Looked at me like he wanted me dead,” Theo adds.

“Someone needs to give that boy a good punch to the jaw.” Lorenzo says, laughing at his own joke.

The three of them throw around a couple more insults and tatter on about his foul mood before the main door swings open. “Speak of the fucking devil…” Blaise mutters, Pansy hits his shoulder. Mattheo emerges from the doorway, the expression on his face painting the exact picture Pansy and Theo had described before: like he wanted to kill. He scans the room with a scowl until he locks eyes with a scrawny blonde. He’s mad, he’s really mad.

“Maybe we should step in, he’s gonna pummel the poor kid,” you murmur.

“Who’s we? I’m not getting anywhere near Mattheo while he’s like this.” Pansy says, gripping your arm as the two of you watch the hostile interaction between the two boys. The blonde is so red he looks like he’ll explode any moment. Mattheo exclaims something that makes the boy jump, Pansy stifles a laugh by burying her face in your shoulder.

Blaise pokes his head over Pansy’s shoulder, “I’ll buy you that book if you try to intervene.”

After some mental deliberation, you agree to his proposal—the book is worth it—and snake your way over to the argument. “Matt?” the word comes out shaky and awkward, Pansy laughs and Blaise gives a sarcastic thumbs-up when you look back at them for reassurance. “Mattheo?”

The brunette whips his head around, frown still present. His face flashes with realization, and the almost-tangible aggression coming from him melts away almost instantaneously. He gestures for the scared blonde to get lost, smiles at you like nothing ever happened and replies to you with your name.

“Matt, is everything okay?” you ask, eyebrow raised.

“Everything is absolutely great,” he pulls you into a hug, “especially now that you’re here, my pretty girl..” you look over Mattheo’s shoulder and watch your friends stare at the scene—or rather, lack thereof—that just wrapped up before them. Blaise so owes you more than a book.

—okay so i really hate this but i wanted to post something anyways… i’m so sorry anon, i will absolutely redo this if you’d like

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Matteo being grumpy/snarky to everyone but reader and the other slytherin boys are shocked when they see it🤍☺️

୨ৎ Theo and Pansy had often joked about the possibility of Mattheo Riddle being bipolar, making reference to his often and unpredictable mood swings. Right now, the two of them sat in the Slytherin common room with the rest of their friends—you included, snuggled up in a woollen blanket by the window and it’s raging storm—relaying the events of an outburst from Mattheo earlier that day.

“He threw the textbook at me! Totally uncalled for!” She rolled her eyes and mimicked the action of throwing the book for added effect. “Alright, tossed it. At my desk.” She corrects after a raised eyebrow from Blaise. “But still!”

“Blew me off when I tried to talk to him about the match next week, he usually loves to talk about that shit. Looked at me like he wanted me dead,” Theo adds.

“Someone needs to give that boy a good punch to the jaw.” Lorenzo says, laughing at his own joke.

The three of them throw around a couple more insults and tatter on about his foul mood before the main door swings open. “Speak of the fucking devil…” Blaise mutters, Pansy hits his shoulder. Mattheo emerges from the doorway, the expression on his face painting the exact picture Pansy and Theo had described before: like he wanted to kill. He scans the room with a scowl until he locks eyes with a scrawny blonde. He’s mad, he’s really mad.

“Maybe we should step in, he’s gonna pummel the poor kid,” you murmur.

“Who’s we? I’m not getting anywhere near Mattheo while he’s like this.” Pansy says, gripping your arm as the two of you watch the hostile interaction between the two boys. The blonde is so red he looks like he’ll explode any moment. Mattheo exclaims something that makes the boy jump, Pansy stifles a laugh by burying her face in your shoulder.

Blaise pokes his head over Pansy’s shoulder, “I’ll buy you that book if you try to intervene.”

After some mental deliberation, you agree to his proposal—the book is worth it—and snake your way over to the argument. “Matt?” the word comes out shaky and awkward, Pansy laughs and Blaise gives a sarcastic thumbs-up when you look back at them for reassurance. “Mattheo?”

The brunette whips his head around, frown still present. His face flashes with realization, and the almost-tangible aggression coming from him melts away almost instantaneously. He gestures for the scared blonde to get lost, smiles at you like nothing ever happened and replies to you with your name.

“Matt, is everything okay?” you ask, eyebrow raised.

“Everything is absolutely great,” he pulls you into a hug, “especially now that you’re here, my pretty girl..” you look over Mattheo’s shoulder and watch your friends stare at the scene—or rather, lack thereof—that just wrapped up before them. Blaise so owes you more than a book.

—okay so i really hate this but i wanted to post something anyways… i’m so sorry anon, i will absolutely redo this if you’d like

#୨ৎ thots #slytherin boys x reader #matteo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle blurb #anon request

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୨ৎ having mattheo so whipped that he’ll do absolutely anything for you. his friends make fun of him for it, sure, they tell him he’s turned into a total bitch for his girlfriend, but he couldn’t care less; the only thing in his mind is you. your pretty eyes, the way you laugh, how you hold his hand when the two of you go out, the way you card your fingers through his hair sleepily while the two of you are settling in for the night, how you kiss him, the feeling of your nails dragging roughly on his back and the overwhelmingly perfect way his cock feels in your sweet sweet cunt, snug like the two of you were made for each other…

he’ll bring you whatever you want whenever you want it: a coffee at work (though, if he had it his way you wouldn’t have to work a day in your life) ice cream from the truck you passed by on a hot summer day, the pretty dress you saw in the window of that vintage place, a diamond necklace you admired in a magazine, he’s not paying attention to how much any of it costs, all that matter is that you’re happy.

he’s not just the perfect boyfriend with all his gift giving and listening, but also in the way he fucks you. his sex drive is high, and he’s open to whatever you want to try out.

#୨ৎ thots #slytherin boys x reader #matteo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle

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i can’t do this right now

Good Things Fall Apart

Theodore Nott x reader

Summary: based on this request🫶🏽 a series of flashbacks spanning the course of your shattered relationship with the infamous Theodore Nott.

word count: 2.4k

The world around you blurs as you stumble hazily over to the circle of sofas surrounding the fireplace of the Slytherin common room. Music is blaring loudly, pumping through your veins as you search the table for another drink.

“Woah there, maybe it’s time we switch you over to water,” Blaise says, hastily grabbing onto your arm to steady you.

“Nuh uh, just saw Theodore’s tongue down some witches throat. Don’t wanna remember anything from tonight,” you slur, grabbing the neck of the first bottle you see and carelessly knocking it back.

The image of Theo leaning against the wall, arms caged around another witch who wasn’t you as he practically devoured her flashed through your mind as you inhaled the burning liquid.

With a heavy sigh, Blaise resigns himself to helping you onto the sofa, slowly lowering you down onto the plush haven and discreetly moving the still half full bottle away from you.

“You seen Daph?” You ask, still far too sober for your liking.

Blaise shakes his head. “She and Pans ran off together ages ago.” He replies, looking at you with pity.

You hated that. When people felt bad for you. Always giving you sorrowful looks and whispering amongst one another.

“What the hell happened between the two of you anyway? I thought you two were all in love or something,” he asks, sitting down lazily next to you as the familiar burn of alcohol scorches your throat once more.

Blaise had no idea where the new bottle had materialized from.

“I thought so too.”

It was a party like this one where you and Theodore had first met. Daphne had invited you to get ready with her and Pansy before hand which had resulted in the three of you being decently buzzed by the time the party was starting. She had giggled about how she was just dying to introduce you to some of the boys she and Pansy had grown up with.

The three of you spent the early stages of the night laughing, dancing, gossiping in the corner, but it wasn’t long before you found yourself alone in the crowd of students, dancing and swaying to the loud, hazy music. You didn’t mind. You loved the feeling of carefree ecstasy that came with blending in with a drunk crowd.

Only you didn’t blend in. At least not to him. His eyes followed you everywhere as you wandered through the throngs of people filling the common room. All the way up to the moment you backed into the tall, brunette, only for him to whisk you off your feet and into his arms where you stayed for the rest of the night.

“Woah, sorry!” You slurred, feeling the heat of another body behind you as you stumbled back out of the way of another couple making a beeline back to the dorms.

Looking up, your eyes met his in a mesmerizing stare as he smirked down at you.

“No worries principessa, I do believe you just fell for me.”

In your drunken state, the corny line was the funniest thing you’d ever heard, and the boy gazes down at you with adoration as you double over with laughter.

You spend the remainder of the party locked in the boys arms, lounging on the sofas overlooking the rest of the crowd.

When his lips aren’t whispering seductively in your ear as he sits wrapped around you, they’re pressed softly against your shoulder, your neck, your throat, and finally your lips.

You remember the addictive feeling of reveling in the boy’s eager attention. Relishing in every electrifying touch, every gentle breath against your skin.

And the hypnotizing way in which he lead you back to his dorm, closing the door swiftly behind you as his eyes darkened with hunger.

You remember feeling scared. Terrified. When you realized what you had done. You didn’t regret it. Of course not. But would he? Would you end up being just another conquest?

Your worries subside that morning however, when strong arms wrap around you once more, pulling you closer, enveloping you in warmth.

“Mine.” The boy murmurs quietly before you both doze off again, basking in each other’s presence.

“There you are! We’ve been searching for you everywhere!” Daphne announces, frolicking over to where you and Blaise had tucked yourselves away to, dragging a very drunk Pansy along behind her.

“Just saw Theo with his latest conquest. That bloody fucking wanker doesn’t know what he lost. I’m bout to whack some sense into that tosser,” Pansy slurs, stumbling over to you and wrapping her arms around you in what is probably supposed to be a comforting hug.

“Thanks Pans, but I think I’d rather not hear about him tonight. Pass me that bottle?” You ask as Pansy happily hands you yet another half full bottle of suspicious liquid.

“Oh that’s so not a healthy coping mechanism,” Daphne mutters, but she doesn’t stop you.

You give the girl a lazy shrug, tipping your drink back.

“Stops me from overthinking,” you reply, slamming the bottle down on the table in front of you.

“Well, we can help with that too. Come on. Sitting here in self pity isn’t any fun. You need to let loose,” Daph replies, dragging you up by one arm while Pansy grabs the other.

You send a desperate look back Blaise’s way, but he only smiles, waving the three of you off.

The pair drag you out into the middle of the packed center of the common room where sweaty bodies are moving in unison to the bass vibrating through the room. Between the deafening music, flashing lights and dark room, the whole place begins to feel surreal.

It doesn’t take long for the three of you to find yourselves lost in the music, belting out lyrics and trying to keep Pansy from falling over. You’re almost able to convince yourself that you’re having a good time when a flash of brown catches your eye.

You turn to see him there. It only a moment, but that little glimpse of his eyes burning into you was all you needed to be transported back.

You pull the blanket tighter against you to protect yourself from the cold as you lay with your head cradled comfortably in Theodore’s lap.

It was a cold night to be in the astronomy tower, but it was one of you and Theo’s favorite places, allowing you to stare out into the star filled black abyss.

You loved for moments like these. Quiet moments where you could close your eyes and when you opened them again, you knew Theodore’s eyes would be staring back as if you were the only thing in the world.

You let out a soft breath, watching as the small puff of air disappears into the cold air. It had been a long week.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of your mi amore?” Theo asks, gazing down at you.

“Everything. And nothing I suppose,” you reply.

The two of you had been seeing each other for months now. After the first night the two of you seemed inseparable, constantly seeking each other, you were practically attached at the hip.

Daphne of course was thrilled. She had grown up with Theo and was ecstatic that he was enamored with one of her closest friends. His friends welcomed you with open arms, and you formed a particularly close friendship with one Blaise Zabini. All in all, the two of you fit together with almost perfect ease, slotting into one another’s lives as if you’d been there the whole time.

But it was also the most serious relationship either of you had been in, and it was an especially long one for Theo. And the other girls made sure you knew it. How long would you be able to keep him around? You couldn't possibly be that special.

You had known initially that Theodore had a reputation for making his rounds through Hogwarts’ female population. And you had known that more than one of your classmates had vied for his attention. It hadn't really phased you at the time. You figured that people would move on to the next heart throb. They didn't.

It’s not that they were mean to you necessarily, but they didn’t hide their intentions towards Theodore from anyone either. You did your best to act like it didn't phase you, the blatant attempts to sweep Theo out from under your feet. The entitlement honestly astounded you. But it still stung.

Theo’s approach to it all was willful ignorance. He didn’t care, and he said that neither should you. You were the one he wanted. You tried to believe him. You really did. You wanted to believe him. But there was always a voice in the deep recesses of your mind, reminding you that you were never going to be enough.

Theo’s light hum brought you back to the present as he slowly stroked his fingers through your hair, lulling you back into a calm, serene state. It was a soft side of the boy that he didn’t show often. One that almost made you believe that he meant every word that left his lips when he promised he’d never leave.

“Don’t you worry your pretty head, principessa,” he murmured as your eyes once again fluttered shut.

Blinking quickly you find yourself standing back in the middle of the crowded common room, Daphne and Pansy moving against you in their own little world, entangled in each other’s arms.

Your head was spinning, the effects of all the alcohol really kicking in as your mind raced to make sense of the blurring memories.

You needed to sit down. Or throw up. Or cry. Maybe all of the above.

“I’m going to go find Blaise,” you shout over the music, barely getting the girls’ attention.

“You sure you’ll be alright?” Daphne calls back.

Nodding, you stumble your way through the crowd, pushing past foggy faces of students you couldn’t recognize for the life of you. You didn’t remember this many people ever attending a common room party before. But to be fair, in this state you didn’t remember much at all.

You feel the noise, and the lights, and the growing heat, and the burning scent of alcohol of your breath, and the throngs of people begin to overwhelm you as you scan the crowd wildly looking for where Blaise had wandered off to. He really was an elusive bastard when he wanted to be.

Mind buzzing and eyes flickering desperately around the room, it only takes a moment for a group of girls to rush past you and you feel yourself stumbling back. Then the warm body behind you. And then the strong arms holding you upright.

You look up with alarm and your eyes meet his once more.

You can feel yourself trembling as you stare down at the boy in front of you, sitting on his bed with a look of pure apathy on his face.

You were back in Theo’s dorm. A place that had once felt warm and welcoming now was icy cold as the two of you just stared at each other, locked in a stalemate. You could feel in the pit of your stomach that this wouldn’t end well.

“You really don’t see why I’m upset?” You ask finally, not able to stand the silence any longer.

“I understand perfectly why you’re upset. I just don’t think you should be.” Theo replies, leaning back carelessly.

“Theodore, she kissed you! Right in front of me!” You yell, looking at Theo as if he’d grown an extra head.

“And I walked away!” Theo retorts, rolling his eyes.

“You never stand up for me! Not once have you ever stood up for me in all these months. You just let it happen and expect me to be fine with it because what? You don’t care? Do you know how blatantly disrespectful it is to literally kiss someone else’s boyfriend right in front of them? And then you do nothing! What is wrong with you? Why?” You cry the pent up frustration finally getting to you.

How could he possibly not understand?

“I’m defending you by not engaging! None of them matter, just ignore them!”

“You’re doing nothing! Would it kill you to just tell them to stop? Just once?”

“It’s not like I’m encouraging it!”

“Well you’re certainly not stopping it!” You feel the tears well up in your eyes as they begin slowly pouring down your face.

What was truly so hard about this concept that he couldn’t grasp?

“Why are you being so fucking dramatic?”

“Why are you acting like you hate me?”

“Because I hate the fact that you’re blowing this whole thing out of proportion!”

“Well what did you want me to do? Not say anything? Just carry on like my feelings don’t mean anything?” You ask, the hot stream of tears refusing to stop as you continue to stare at the boy.

Theo lets out an agitated sigh, his head falling back in frustration.

“Obviously your feelings matter,” he groans, obviously over the conversation. But you weren’t.

“Obviously not to you.” You snap done with the entire situation. Done with feeling like nothing you did was enough. Done with pretending you didn’t see the other girls fawning over your boyfriend. Done with your boyfriend ignoring how you felt. Just done.

The tears finally roll to a stop and with one last shake of your head, you turn and begin walking towards the door.

“Don’t-“ you hear Theo call.

Slowly, you turn to face the boy.

“Don’t what?” You ask, waiting for the boy to ask you to stay. To not leave. Anything.

You’re met with silence.

Without another word, you turn once more, the door thudding closed behind you.

“Sorry,” you mumble, pulling yourself from Theo’s arms as he continues to stare down at you, arms falling lifelessly to his side.

“Careful, or someone might think you fell for me,” he murmurs, his voice sending chills down your spine.

“Yeah? Well it’s a good thing I didn’t,” you reply, pushing past him. You feel his eyes follow you as you continue stumbling your way back to the dorms. Only when the door is securely shut and you’re wrapped tightly in blankets do you allow the tears to start flowing once more.

Sometimes good things really did have to fall apart.

They asked for angst y'all

On a totally separate note- I found this song on a playlist called "Frat songs that could resurrect me"- I don't know what business this song has doing on that playlist, but it hits

#theo nott x reader

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—LOVING MACHINE; SLYTHERIN BOYS

summary: blurbs on how the boys comfort you when you’re feeling down

includes: theo, mattheo, lorenzo

୨ৎ THEODORE NOTT

theo is awkward with comfort. he has no idea what to do, jesus fucking christ, he’s panicking internally. but, he loves you, so he’ll try his very best! his love language is very much touch, so he’ll let you cry on his shoulder or in his arms while he languidly strokes your back. if you’re not in the mood for that though, he’ll wait for you to cry it out and shower you in kisses afterwards; on your face, your hands, your neck, your chest, everywhere—he wants you to know you’re loved, and whatever you’re going through, he’ll be right there with you <3

୨ৎ MATTHEO RIDDLE

matt is the best shoulder to cry on, all because he knows when to shut up (just as all men should know how to do!) he’ll pet your hair and hold you tight, and once you’ve cried out all the tears you have to cry, he’ll treat you to a lunch or dinner out (or in, because who doesn’t love fast food delivery) and talk the situation through with you now that you’re a little more level headed

୨ৎ LORENZO BERKSHIRE

enzo is a great communicator, and does all he can to understand why you’re feeling like this, and what he can do to help you out! on your period? he’ll get you a hot water bottle, painkillers and chocolate! friend drama? you can gossip talk it out with him (he can go beat their asses too!) sad about a book or show you finished? he’ll offer to rewatch it with you or find something new to start. whatever it is, he’s at your disposal for anything you need… yes, anything ;)

#slytherin boys x reader #theodore nott x reader #lorenzo berkshire x reader #mattheo riddle x reader #matteo riddle x reader #harry potter x reader #slytherin boys #slytherin boys headcanons

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if you ever see me using a semi colon or em dash incorrectly, no you didn’t. mind your business…

#writing #leave me alone

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when it comes to mattheo riddle, theodore nott and lorenzo Berkshire

I'm a homie hopper til I die !!!

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ME TOO!!!

I need more Slytherin boys friends 😭

#GUYS PLEASE IM DESPERATE

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IMOGENE’S THOUGHTS ˎˊ˗

#: girls, they wanna have fun!

୨ৎ. night out— t. nott

୨ৎ. whipped— m. riddle

୨ৎ. only you— m. riddle

#୨ৎ thots

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୨ৎ thinking so hard about Theo taking you for a night out at the pub with his friends and teasing you the whole way through: the night starting out with his hand a little too far up your thigh, and ending with his hand under your skirt and your panties slipped to the side… then when you’ve had enough of his shit he’ll take you to the grimy bathroom and finally fuck you (and make you walk out and sit back down like nothing happened) <3

#୨ৎ thots #i’m insane #theo nott x reader #theodore nott x reader